This is a song about "Peasants"

Sting like a bee then float away peacefully like a dove, kinda like rap think i'm in love

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

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

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

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust