This is a song about "Prestige"

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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