This is a song about "Vanity upon vanity"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Upon people and their banners

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me

Greatness on, thrusted upon

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

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

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Once upon a time you were my family

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So i ended up all alone

As the king upon the throne

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer