This is a song about "Peasants"

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

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

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

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Cause this is my game, i rose and got back up now what do you say?, you get no love/

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

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

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

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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