Song meaning of Mafia Del Boom Bap by Club Dogo

Ah, the classic "Mafia Del Boom Bap" by Club Dogo. This song is like the Italian rap version of "The Godfather." They're claiming to be the godfathers of the boom bap, as if they invented the art of flowing. They compare themselves to Marlon Brando, because apparently, they speak like they walk and walk like they speak. I mean, who needs that kind of coordination in their life? And the first rule of their club? Never talk about the club. Sounds like Fight Club, but with more rhymes and less Brad Pitt. They're basically saying, "Look, but don't touch." They're as untouchable as your precious PornHub collection. Jake La Furia comes in and gives us a glimpse of his glamorous rapper lifestyle, surrounded by narcos and killers at dinner parties. He's got Bolivian mules pooping Kinder Surprise eggs and a pet chainsaw man instead of a heart. Talk about unusual pets. Then Guè joins in, claiming to be the pimp of the track. He's apparently used to not feeling his face like Derek, and he's been rhyming since rappers thought it was cool to dress like rappers. Oh, the good old days. He wants the keys to Milan and has a crooked neck from wearing a six-hundred-gram gold chain. He's serving up Colombian lyrics with oily fingertips. Just your regular rap stuff. The chorus reminds us once again that they are the godfathers of the boom bap and that they possess a flow that others can only dream of. Not to mention, they're as exclusive as your PornHub subscription. Guè jumps back in, rapping like it's his last hurrah, while the girls in Ibiza choose drugs over… you know. Apparently, he's got a thousand shots that result in a thousand deaths in M-I (that's Milan). He's all about the coconut Moroccan Hennessy life. And just when you thought it was over, Jake La Furia returns with some more fire. He's comparing his rhymes to a painting of hatred, like Nelson Mandela's Invictus speech. He even says he wouldn't rap like these other guys even if he had a stroke. That's some savage self-love right there. He claims that Milan only responds when Club Dogo shoots, because they're like the Boko Haram of rap. That's a bit extreme, don't you think? He's telling us to listen carefully because their rhymes explode like a bomb made of acetylene. And to top it all off, he tells everyone that Club Dogo is back and that if you're not invited to the reunion, well, tough luck, my friend. So, there you have it - the epic saga of the "Mafia Del Boom Bap." It's like being in an Italian mob movie, but with more rhymes and less actual criminal activities. Time to put on your fedora and start rapping about spaghetti.