Song meaning of Dark Knight by Bushido

Oh boy, it looks like Bushido is unleashing some savage words in his song "Dark Knight." He starts off by telling us a true story about Capital, but instead of just dissing him, he wants to "fick his mother radikal." Woah, that's quite the introduction! Apparently, Capital sought protection from Albanians and ended up on a leash controlled by Ashraf. But here's the kicker, his worst enemy isn't the junkie in the mirror, it's Bushido himself. Talk about some serious self-reflection! Bushido even brags about paying off Capital's debts and getting him a luxury apartment. But hold on, despite that badass move, Capital still can't even get his kids to kindergarten without assistance. So much for being the "Father of the Year." And let's not forget the time Capital soiled himself, and Bushido graciously stepped in with a fresh pair of pants from H&M. Who knew options for adult diapers were so limited? With roughly 1.2 million reasons to diss Capital, Bushido emphasizes how he tried to play a prank on the wrong guy. King Bushido ain't playing, folks! Capital's bitter end takes him from the top to the needle, making him the first drug-induced rapper fatality in history. Yikes! But who's to blame for his downfall? According to Bushido, it's none other than Samra, the dude turned junkie. And his kids? Well, they want Vladislav, not Capital Bra. Looks like Daddy's street cred isn't that impressive after all. Oh, and Capital, prepare to be exposed because the Joker is coming for you! It seems Capital thought he could hide, but as soon as Bushido steps out in Dubai, Capital's Dubai dreams go kaput. No hiding from the truth, my friend! And as diplomatic as always, Bushido accuses Capital of flitting off to Thailand, living like some German rap matryoshka doll. But where's Capital while all this drama unfolds in Berlin? Well, he's probably busy switching positions, getting a cramp from too much oral gratification. Oh, the glamorous life of vomit-filled Thai villas and lack of willpower. But let's rewind for a moment, shall we? Someone had the brilliant idea of attacking Bushido's kids with acid. Now Capital wants to sleep with the fishes, or so he said in a WhatsApp message. Is it just me, or is that like a serious meltdown on Capital's part? But Bushido is here to retaliate, my friends! Stabbing him in the throat with a pen for betrayal and breach of contract doesn't seem like a bad idea, huh? And don't even get me started on how Capital only cared about his own promotion, leaving Bushido's wife to deal with the school and social services. Always a class act, Capital! And hey, let's not forget Capital's million-dollar debts to the tax authorities and Ashraf, of which a cool million goes straight to Bushido. Pay up, small fry! Now Capital tries to accuse Bushido of hiding, but we all know the truth. When Vladislav looks in the mirror, he sees the devil. Talk about a real-life horror movie! But here's a fun fact, Capital: teeth like a homeless corpse at a train station won't stop the millions from rolling in because Bratan will stay the same. You, my friend, are a danger to yourself. One day, your addictions will finance an entire cartel. And when you fall, no one will be there to catch you. You've set so many fires in recent years that firefighters are now on high alert. So, Capital, can you look in the mirror without seeing the devil? Well, you're just a joke, a scum in the system. No matter how you twist it, the black B always comes before the C. And out of the darkness comes Sonny, armed with a chainsaw, ready to put an end to your career for a piece of honor. Oh, and let's not forget how you try to sound tough but can't even open your mouth because all that snow has made you deaf. Remember the good ol' days when you had a gram of G? Well, Bushido will use you as a fancy wine glass stand, just like Sinan from some ancient time. Oh, and guess what? Bushido is not afraid of you. He can spot your cracked face from over a hundred meters away. And he's not just stopping at your face; he's going for your kneecaps! With one hit, you won't even get up after a line of speed. Meanwhile, Bushido is chilling at Dubai's finest restaurants, while Capital is scraping leftover cocaine from the toilet bowl. Talk about class disparity. But hey, don't diss me, Capital! You better keep your head down when you speak, or I might just slap some sense into you. And let's face it, your career is just a prop for featuring new talents. You're no longer of use to me; your numbers are just a bluff. And those teeth of yours? They're the result of your crackhead lifestyle. You've pissed all over my car, smelling like a bunch of homeless people who haven't showered in five years at the subway station. So, when I invite Capital to the table, he comes with his mouth wide open, ready to give me blowjobs in exchange for that golden shot. Dissing me was a mistake, my friend. A Capital without capital in the real world is not an opponent worth my time. Boom!