This is a song about "Peasants"

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

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

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

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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

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