This is a song about "Peasants"

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

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

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

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,