This is a song about "Russian peasants"

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

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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