This is a song about "Legitimate peasants"

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

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

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Some deserve it they work legitimate

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

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