VOL 2 is Feid’s glossy postcard from the top of the world: he looks out of his room and literally sees Hollywood, proof that his life now feels like a movie. Diamond-cold chains glint under casual hoodies, private flights drop him straight at the stage, and fans line up for autographs on everything from notebooks to (yes) body parts. The Colombian artist paints success as a surreal carnival of bright lights and louder cheers, yet he never lets you forget where he came from.
Beneath the flexing there is a clear message: music, not crime, got us here. Feid reminds listeners that he always wanted to sing, never to play gangster, even if the rewards of his craft now look like a gangster’s fantasy—mansions, pressure-making swagger, and the same loyal crew by his side. The song is both a celebration of dreams fulfilled and a pledge to stay authentic while living those dreams to the fullest.