This is a song about "Depress upon"

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

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

How to be looked down upon

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me

It is a return but i still tell for whats depress

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer