This is a song about "Legitimate peasants"

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Some deserve it they work legitimate

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

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