This is a song about "Depress upon"

Once upon a time, i stumbled upon this rhyme

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Thanks to that i was brought upon a community

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Once upon atime ago a minute

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted