SSG throws you straight into Rondo Da Sosa’s urban battlefield. The opening movie-like dialogue about soldiers sets the tone: streets are treated as a war zone where every move is strategic, time is ticking, and survival depends on staying sharp. Rondo raps in Italian about watching the city turn into “hell” at night, staking out targets from a parked car, and moving chess-piece “pedine” across concrete. Money funds the mission, pride fuels the trigger finger, and patience is as lethal as any weapon.
At the heart of it all stands SSG – the crew he trusts when cops, rivals, and even the music industry close in. He boasts that no amount of pressure will make the gang collapse; he’ll carve those three letters on his tomb if necessary. The song mixes threats and ambition, grime and glamour: losing “points” is part of the game, but counting “milli” overseas proves the hustle pays off. Rondo’s message is raw yet empowering: loyalty is non-negotiable, resilience is a badge of honor, and in the gritty chess match of the streets, he and SSG will never be checkmated.