Clessidra literally translates to "hourglass". It's a visually striking word that isn't commonly found in everyday Italian songs.
In this song, ANNA uses it to describe the physique of the women around her: "Circondata da tipe con il fisico a clessidra" (Surrounded by girls with hourglass figures). This vivid imagery paints a picture of glamour and a specific aesthetic, making the word memorable and adding a unique flair to the lyrics.
The song starts as an argument with a door policy. ANNA warns whoever is guarding the entrance: "Oh, stasera, se non mi fai entrare da Gucci, ti piglio a schiaffi" [Oh, tonight, if you do not let me into Gucci, I will slap you]. Then the hook throws the whole question out. "Non mi serve il pass, sono io il pass" [I do not need the pass, I am the pass] comes back four times in a row, each repeat stacking another stuttered "No-" on the front, so the line keeps growing while the boast stays exactly the same size.
The verses price that status out. ANNA carries cash instead of a card, drinks only tequila, and claims "O-O-Ogni sabato sera alzo il PIL di Milano" [E-E-Every Saturday night I raise Milan’s GDP], which is a nightlife brag borrowed from an economics report. Lazza spends his verse on the same currency inside the music business: "Il tuo show sold out è la mia data zero" [Your sold out show is my warm up gig]. The best line is the one where money turns into a chore, in the pre-chorus: "Li devo spendere, sennò fanno la muffa" [I have to spend it, otherwise it goes mouldy].