This is a song about "Peasants"

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

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

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents