This is a song about "Legitimate peasants"

Bold as a poet, story's foretold n' i know it, chosen to be thrown with opponents

U said ma family is a bunch of peasants yet u consider me one of the legends.

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Leaves the best of you emcees as peasants and fleas, you're destined to bleed

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Get your you'res and yours inspected before pretendin' you're legitimate

Some deserve it they work legitimate

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I treat haters worse then peasants. my goal's unpleasant

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Talking "bitch, you're now in the presence of peasants"