This is a song about "Legitimate peasants"

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Some deserve it they work legitimate

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

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

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants