This is a song about "Prestige"

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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