This is a song about "Depress upon"

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

The richest place on earth

Upon people and their banners

When i look at you, you're something i frown upon?

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

There’s a lot of important shit that i rely upon

Light upon this evil world twirled on darkened treading

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Once upon a time not long ago

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won