Feid, the Colombian hit-maker, turns “XXXX” into a swagger-packed victory lap. Over a bouncing beat he celebrates how everything has flipped: the kid who once had to hustle for studio time now pulls up in a Mercedes today and a Lambo tomorrow. VIP doors swing open, bottles pop, and diamonds flash while he reminds the doubters that his glow is earned, not rented. The hook repeats the new reality: when Feid and his crew arrive, they get treated like gangsters because their presence screams power, money, and success.
Beneath the flexing, the lyrics fire back at haters who gossip instead of grind. Feid prefers to “facturar” (collect checks) while others “bochinchar” (chatter), and he warns that if you never planted seeds, you cannot expect flowers. Even so, he keeps moving with his mother’s blessing, confident that the best is yet to come. In short, “XXXX” is both a celebration and a cautionary tale: work hard, shine bright, ignore the noise, and enjoy the sweet payoff of leveling up.