This is a song about "Peasants"

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

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

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

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants