This is a song about "Russia and peasant"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

So all you peasant muthafuckas take your eyes off the throne

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Parents bitchin about my attendance living life like i'm a peasant

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Im unbeaten, untested, majestic, u a peasant against my perfection

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,