Namek beams the listener into a double universe: one foot in Jul’s gritty Marseille streets, the other on Namek, the far-off planet from Dragon Ball Z where warriors recharge and dream big. Over a hypnotic Afro-trap beat, Jul flaunts Yamaha jackets, luxury watches and roaring Audi RS4s to paint the picture of fast money and flash. Yet every brag is chased by a reality check: you can’t take a Patek to the grave, gunshots still echo in the night, and friends turn fake as quickly as cash turns to smoke.
Omah Lay’s English hook deepens the contrast. While Jul admits his crew sometimes drowns worries in alcohol, Omah flips thrown “dirt” into blooming flowers, turning pain into growth. Together they spin a message that glitters and sobers at once: chase your projects, buy the villa, invest in vineyards, but keep your head clear, your heart close to family, and remember that escapism – whether to Namek or through music – is only a momentary shield from life’s pah-pah-pah realities. The result is a track that’s equal parts street diary, anime daydream and heartfelt reminder to stay grounded while you shoot for the stars.