Song meaning of 68 WERSÓW ŻEBY ZAJEBAĆ CO WASZE by Vkie

Ah, "68 WERSÓW ŻEBY ZAJEBAĆ CO WASZE" by Vkie by Vkie, a lyrical masterpiece that can either be seen as a poetic exploration of the modern music industry or just a guy complaining about not getting enough recognition. Apparently, this dude's head is overflowing with "bars" (not the drinking kind, unfortunately), but he can't even decide which ones to spit out. And to make matters worse, his homies are writing tracks with zero creativity. Talk about a lack of originality! But hey, don't worry, because even if they can steal his views, they'll never steal his sparkle. That's right, this guy was partying hard last night and you can see it on his face. No collaboration unless there's a whiff of profit? Looks like this dude has mastered the art of selfishness while being at the bottom of the totem pole. Showbiz made of plastic? Well, you won't see him doing any favors then! The whole song is a validation of his focus on delivering a message, but then again, who needs to keep up with the beat when listeners are busy wondering why he sounds like R2-D2? It's all for the fun, my friend, so don't come here trying to feed me lies. We know you're just a greedy bugger, so skip the empty speech. Here he goes, flying all around, and there you go, he's disappeared. Completely gone! Drunk and now you know the secret behind his stress management technique. A messed up head with two exhausts and one inhale, constantly, without fail. But hey, he won't be satisfied until every moron is off his dong, and he won't have any idiots around him either! There's no beat he won't devour. Apparently, his friends have kids, and he's questioning whether he'll survive the day without kicking the bucket. Meanwhile, newcomers worry about their fame. Hilarious, but not necessarily in a good way. And here comes the twisted one, stressing him out because she's on her period. This place was a total bore, and he raised the bar. Supported by the internet, supported by his buddy, but who's applying the pressure and who's shaking their undies? How is it that instead of him, the record label is making decisions? Well, buddy, remember that the devil loves money. You signed the papers, so now forget who you are. He's a moonwalking dancer, just like Jackson, but only when he spins on the bass. Vodka, coke, and himself are his favorite trio. He carries the scene on his shoulders at bars, that's how he's working those muscles. He flies higher than anyone, fighting his fear of heights. Walk a mile in his shoes, and I can guarantee you'll be begging for mercy. But don't worry, it won't offend him if you copy his style. Oh no, you won't be able to catch up, even though he's doing laps around you. His lifestyle slightly distorts his perception of reality, you know, just a little bit. You're acting depressed just to get your hands on some Xanax. Polish rap is the main course, even if he has to talk crap about a radish. Probably won't get enough to eat, so he might just stick with meat. Drinking that blue Oshee and ranting about messed-up chicks with a chocolate bar in hand is how he rolls. Inflated nicknames, they're only big because of that. Send a hundred bucks to glamrap, and they'll show you in a positive light. Could not care less, he's shown plenty already, and he'll show you a whole lot more. Oh look, another text message, but he won't respond until she's sober. So who the hell knows when that'll be? He's got a rich character, but he comes from poverty. Aiming for big money because he has big needs. Needs bigger than a job, a kid, or a mortgage. His eyes shine like LEDs at night. Honestly, I don't know anyone who hasn't flirted with debts. It's him against them, the clutch, full of intellectuals. They won't break him because they lack knowledge about him. Your connections are slicing packages, and you call them your buddies? Suddenly, people who don't matter to him want to get close. When his mind gets too heavy, he's got someone to confess to, so he doesn't need socks, babe, you're just here to lie down with him. His tracks are killing servers like Russian hackers. Your style has fallen flat, now it's just lying there. There's such a huge difference that you can't even measure up. She's sticking it to you, and you pretend to be a knight in shining armor. Oh, the drama!