BWL

When rap becomes a lecture on street economics, and the word ‘balance’ refers not to chakras, but to a bank account. Everything shines like gloss on a leather interior: self-irony instead of pathos, accounting instead of drama. Between jokes about debits and credits, the philosophy of successful idleness slips through - when life seems chaotic, but the accounts always balance.

Each verse is like a business case with absurd variables: Ferrari, Babybel and Debitel. A mixture of stupidity and genius, where laughter at the system itself is hidden under the guise of rap about showing off. After all, in a world where even criminals have already completed an internship in business administration, there is only one thing left to do: make money and laugh louder than everyone else.