Song meaning of C.R. (Therapie vor XVRR) by RAF Camora

Ah, "C.R. (Therapie vor XVRR)" by RAF Camora. Let's see, what deep, thought-provoking lyrics we have here. So, apparently, people in his neighborhood are like, "Hey RAF, long time no see, what's been going on?" And RAF's like, "Oh, nothing you can't see on my Instagram feed. I could talk about my success, but I'd rather focus on this deep beat." Wow, RAF, you're so humble. But wait, he got betrayed at the start of his tour. But, to be fair, how can you trust a "puta"? Mea culpa, my friend, mea culpa. Then he talks about feeling nothing and how that means nothing hurts. I mean, if you don't feel anything, does that mean you're invincible? Interesting theory, RAF. And hey, he trains every day and is fitter than when he was seventeen. Bravo, RAF, for keeping up with your fitness routine. But the real highlight here is when he name-drops T-Pain and Cobain, surviving an era between Lean and Cocaine. What a time to be alive! And of course, media is using his fame and name for tricks, because why not? He's just that important. Though, apparently, he couldn't get into a fancy club because they claimed there was a fight, even though he wasn't even there. Classic case of mistaken identity, I suppose. Then we have a catchy hook about not dissing anyone in the rap game because "dreck zieht dreck an" - dirt attracts dirt. Such poetic imagery, RAF. And let's not forget his desire for a career like Guetta, not Heath Ledger though. Because why aim for acting greatness when you can have sick beats, am I right? Ten years in the top league, and he wants more. More fame, more streams, more everything. Oh, and a little shoutout to C.R., whoever that is. RAF wants a career like C.R., because clearly, everything he's achieved so far just isn't enough. So there you have it, folks. RAF Camora's introspective odyssey through fame, betrayal, and the insatiable hunger for more. Deep stuff, I tell ya, deep stuff.