This is a song about "Legitimate peasants"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

Some deserve it they work legitimate

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

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

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

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

Sting like a bee then float away peacefully like a dove, kinda like rap think i'm in love