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

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

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

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

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

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

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