“INTERPOL” plunges us into the high-stakes universe of Maes, a young hustler who feels the police breathing down his neck while juggling ambition, danger and loyalty. The lyrics read like rapid-fire snapshots: blood on his sneakers, mountains of cash, sawn-off shotguns, scooters speeding through the night. Although the scenes are gritty, they reveal a restless drive for success—symbolised by the luxury Richard Mille watch he wants before turning thirty. At every corner he dodges national police and even Interpol, hinting at an illicit network that stretches far beyond his local “arrêt d’bus.”
Yet beneath the bravado lies a question that echoes through each chorus: “Comment fleurir parmi les orties?” (“How do you blossom among nettles?”). Maes contrasts the lure of easy money with the harsh reality of potential prison time, painting a portrait of survival where unemployment does not exist because the “terrain” (the streets) is always hiring. The track becomes both a celebration of street smarts and a cautionary tale about the heavy cost of an international hustle, making listeners feel the adrenaline rush and the existential weight of living life on the edge.