This is a song about "Russian peasants"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love