From the album WTF
This is a flex song that keeps asking what comes next. The hook is disbelief at his own rise, but the final line reveals he has no idea what happens now that he's arrived. The whole performance demands witnesses to a success he can't actually describe.
Посмотри на меня, сука / Как я делаю эти рэкс
He opens by demanding you watch him make money, but the request itself admits insecurity. If the success was real, he wouldn't need to perform it twice in a row.
Я был тут, теперь я там / У меня жирный кошелёк
The movement is purely abstract. No city names, no specific place. The Saint Laurent and the fat wallet are props in a performance that never grounds itself in actual geography or events.
Пью сиропчик третий год / Что подарит новый год?
Three years on codeine, asking what the new year will bring. The question breaks the bravado wide open. He's already admitted he doesn't know what happens next, which means he might not be as high up as the heavens claim suggests.
Е, что подарит новый год?
The question gets repeated alone, stripped of the flex. It's the only moment where the performance stops and genuine uncertainty surfaces. Everything else is noise around this one unresolved worry.
The hook is not confidence. It's confusion. The repeated 'What the fuck!' starts as a flex but lands as the only honest register in the song, the speaker genuinely bewildered by where he is and whether this is what success was supposed to feel like.