Song meaning of No Bap by LUCKI

Well well well, it looks like our friend LUCKI here is having a grand old time getting absolutely geeked up. I mean, we're talking geeked up to the point where it seems like it's cap. And while he may not have any drank left, he's still got a whole lot of fifty. But don't forget, this is a real deal junkie we're talking about here, folks. And while he wishes it was an act, he's just filled to the brim with sex, money, and drugs and can't even feel his own face anymore. So let's just hope he can fill his safe and skip the date before he nods off into oblivion. Oh, and did he mention he left his girl for good? But don't worry, she's happy he came back. Sounds like a real catch, that one.

Ah, "No Bap" by LUCKI, a song that will have you scratching your head in confusion while simultaneously bobbing your head like a maniac. Let's dissect these lyrical brain teasers, shall we? The pre-chorus starts off with the profound words of Bhristo, who apparently wants to "talk to 'em, slime." I envision Bhristo as some sort of slimy creature, like a sly snake with a microphone. The chorus takes us into the realm of intoxication, where LUCKI claims to be so geeked up that we'd think it's cap. Now, I'm not entirely sure what cap has to do with being intoxicated, but hey, who am I to judge the cap-geeking phenomenon? LUCKI then brags about putting someone on the map, which I assume means he drew them a nice little cartographic masterpiece. Moving on, we find ourselves in the dilemma of Sprite that tastes like Act. Is LUCKI implying that Sprite has transformed into the taste of acting? Like, does it make you suddenly feel like a theatrical performer sipping carbonated soda? Curious indeed. He then reveals his inner desires, confessing how he wishes his real deal junkie persona was just an act. Oh, LUCKI, don't we all wish our lives were just elaborate performances? So relatable. Next, he laments over the lack of drank (presumably a beloved beverage) because he's in the bity – which I can only assume is his own made-up word for a city. But fear not, folks, because even though he's not headlining, he still has fifty of something. Fifty what, you ask? Well, that's a mystery I'll leave for the philosophers to ponder. Finally, in the outro, LUCKI leaves us all questioning our existence when he simply responds with "Oh, really?" after sharing this lyrical rollercoaster. Yes, LUCKI, "Oh, really?" is exactly what we're all feeling after diving into this pool of linguistic enigma. Bravo, my friend, bravo.