Song meaning of Мальчики (Boys) by 163ONMYNECK

Ah, Мальчики (Boys) by 163ONMYNECK, a lyrical masterpiece that showcases the poetical prowess of...well, boys being boys, I suppose. Our protagonist starts off by bragging about smoking "шмаль" (whatever that is) with some local bitches in Los Angeles, but now they're back in Russia with their cousin, because nothing says success like being back in your homeland, right? They go on to mock their rival, calling him a cheater and his girl "глупая" (which is Russian for "silly"), but hey, at least she has a good brain! Moving on, our rapper claims to be a politician (because that's a logical career progression), while also proudly stating that he's a smoker (because nothing says sophisticated like damaging your respiratory system, right?). And oh, he saw his rival's girl, and apparently, she's lacking in the breast department. Ouch! Talk about a low blow. But fear not, our protagonist is cruising in the backseat with "leg room", because pressing the driver's butt is clearly the pinnacle of luxury. They then proudly declare that they emerged from someone's butt (I'm assuming metaphorically), solidifying their status as the true kings of... well, butts. And let's not forget the wonderful insult of calling their rival a "window shopper" because having less than 50 cents in your pocket is apparently a crime these days. The rap continues with more insults, claims of being constantly high, and even declaring that their friends call them to "sniff" together like some kind of cocaine aficionado club. But hey, they assure us it's just a joke... right? All the while, they maintain that they smell fancy (thank you, Yves Saint Laurent) and the beat they're rapping over is apparently an excellent lover. They then take a moment to ask their rival if they've heard "GHETTO GARDEN" because, obviously, that's the ultimate litmus test for true friendship. The song concludes with insults flung left and right, talk about stealing stuff (because why not?), and the idea of battling in a rap showdown because everything is better when done face-to-face. Oh, and they made sure to let us know that everyone raps the same, like a monotonous army of clones. But fear not, because our rap genius is already inscribed in someone's Direct (presumably on social media) as "Сбербанк" (which means "Sberbank," a Russian bank) because being mistaken for a bank is the height of coolness. So in case you were wondering, dear listener, yes, you do need a translator to understand these lyrics. And just when you thought it couldn't get more absurd, they ask why people send boobs in DMs. Truly, thought-provoking stuff. In the end, they declare that they're done for the day, because really, how much more lyrical brilliance can one handle? Bravo, boys, bravo.