This is a song about "Kaya scullion"

I'm hip hops servant, i give the best cause it deserves it

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

They are not confident when im talking

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

From an african american stance

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal