This is a song about "Peasants"

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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.

Im carving a cavity callously in mcs that manfully stand to me-with peace n love