Song meaning of HOTTEST.YOUNG.MEN.in.BIZNESS by Abhir Hathi & Cruz Cafuné

Alright, buckle up for this one! "HOTTEST.YOUNG.MEN.in.BIZNESS" by Abhir Hathi & Cruz Cafuné is a song that takes you on a wild ride through a carnival of bizarre lyrics. We start off with Cruz Cafuné bragging about his silhouette clothes resembling Alcatraz's prison walls (seriously, who wants to look like a prison?). Then he goes on to talk about playing basketball and getting a haircut while bouncing the ball at the same time. Multitasking at its finest, folks! Oh, but wait, he's wearing Mihara shoes, not Vans. I mean, clearly, it's crucial to distinguish the difference between footwear brands while flying your locos to the city, right? Moving on, the song takes a turn into some festival shenanigans with references to Notting Hill carnival and getting high with Caribbean beauties. Apparently, being a vamp and a geek is a requirement for survival, and they have to constantly remind you with a cold sound effect. If that's not enough, we also get the pleasure of hearing about getting drunk at Las Palmas and dancing with some "brutita" named Gáldar who apparently has a talent for arched backs. On stage, it's just our hero, no hypeman needed, because his thing is being signed to someone else who is also signed, and somehow that always leads to working at Five Guys. Hey, at least they give you a burger at the end of the day, right? Now, let's not forget Abhir's part where he proudly boasts about getting drunk at HiperDino in Tacoronte and completing missions there like a true warrior of the grocery store. He's got places to be, popping out drills and filling up tanks, all while speaking different languages depending on who he's chatting with. Whether it's Moroccan, Londoner, Colombian, or Canarian, we've got a linguistic buffet. And hey, don't forget the universal language of money. That's where it all comes together, folks. Finally, in part two, we find ourselves in a Milly Rock dance, breaking off some pollen and stuffing it in a sock (you know, as you do). And if punches don't work, just grab a random cobblestone and go full caveman on 'em, because why not? Oh, but when it comes to leaked sex tapes, apparently that's the ultimate trampoline to fame. And ladies, please pay for your own breast enhancements, because seriously, what's up with that? And don't even get them started on how women talk about their junk to their friends (yeah, apparently it happens). But wait, don't worry, they're not just talking about sex and sex tapes, they also enjoy being "folla'o" (whatever that means) while wearing hefty stones in their ears. And just in case you were wondering, they've got the islands on lock. So, there you have it, folks! A song that takes you on an absurd rollercoaster of braggadocio, bizarre fetishes, and fashion choices. Brown Boy indeed!