Song meaning of ZAY INTRO by La Fève

Ah, the mystical and poetic ZAY INTRO by La Fève, a true masterclass in lyrical ambiguity. Let's break it down, shall we? The artist starts off by boasting about their ability to achieve great things with little resources, as if they possess some sort of magical hustle powers. They then proceed to comment on the chaotic state of the world, claiming to be lost alongside the listener, probably because they forgot their GPS in the studio or something. Ah, the generosity of people, always helping, but secretly expecting something in return. It's like they took a crash course in cynicism from the school of life. Apparently, they had no idea what "ter-chan" meant at some point in their life, which is amusing because I'm unsure whether I should pity their lack of knowledge or just laugh at their cluelessness. They regret believing that the grass is greener on the other side, probably because they ended up with a lawn full of astro-turf. Wise advice from La Fève: never be jealous of people and their shiny things, especially if they're shiny like aluminum foil. The artist then claims to have traveled the entire planet, only to conclude that all roads lead back to Fontenay-sous-Bois. I guess it's their way of saying that travel is overrated. Anyway, nothing seems to have changed in their life because they're still battling it out with the "lahuiss" (whoever or whatever that is). They mention being able to buy someone's life with what they have, which is intriguing because I'm not sure if they're talking about a superpower or if they moonlight as an organ trafficker. Oh, and they challenge the listener to test La Fève, like it's some sort of mythical creature that needs to prove its powers in a Pokemon battle. In the future, they see themselves living in a mansion with their wife (assuming they find one), casually sipping shooters on the roof. Ah, the dream life of a rapper. Sacrifices, sacrifices, sacrifices! Apparently, they've given everything to music, including their sanity, their personal space, and possibly their Netflix subscription. They only think about money and refuse to grow up because building an empire is much more appealing than attending adulting classes. La Fève, the pioneer of bringing a specific sound to France, because apparently, the French have been deprived of sounds for centuries. Sadly, they've realized that everyone changes, and friendships from childhood are as rare as a diamond-encrusted unicorn. But hey, they don't need anyone anyway, they're better off without people, so let's move on! All that has left them with a heart colder than an ice cube, which must make hugging them a particularly chilling experience. They wanted to conquer the game, not with talent or hard work, but with a hot makeout session. Guess they didn't get the memo that Drake already tries that approach. The artist then brags about having baddies all around the world, waiting for their triumphant return. Well, they must have an impressive collection of frequent flyer miles then. After venturing out of their homeland, they returned with dirty hands and a wad of cash, as well as a box of diamond rings because, well, why settle for just one? They comment on others who talk the talk but don't walk the walk, questioning why it's always them who has to step into the ring. I guess they missed the memo that boxing is not a mandatory attribute of the music industry. To them, the industry is simply a ringtone, filled with people who possess great flow but lack common sense. And of course, they wanted to be recognized in their hometown but ended up being known in every city from ATL to Montgomery. So, I guess they should start booking flights to random places if they want more recognition. They decided to play it cool, because apparently people are always watching even when they're not aware of it. It's like the artist has become an expert in the art of paranoia. They took their time to expand their knowledge while everyone else was too busy counting their imaginary riches. Finally, the outro reveals that the artist has been in the game for four whole years! Wow, four years! They're charging forward without looking back, which is both impressive and slightly dangerous. And throughout all the ups and downs, they didn't pay attention to the money because they were too busy creating artistic masterpieces or just losing track of their bank account balance. How poetic! Oh, La Fève, you have truly blessed us with this lyrical rollercoaster of self-importance and confusion. Bravo! Or should I say, "Bif-bavo!" Keep shining, you crazy diamond! Yes!