This is a song about "Prestige"

Hold to the glistening light every piece, with pride and prestige

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Aligned myself with emcees so prestige believe, mainstream leaves ya brain size decreased

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge