This is a song about "Prestige mastet"

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message