This is a song about "Prestige"

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

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?

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage