This is a song about "Russian peasants"

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

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

Cause this is my game, i rose and got back up now what do you say?, you get no love/

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