Bad Bunny’s “Soy Peor” is a raw confession straight from the post-breakup battlefield. The Puerto Rican superstar picks up the mic to vent about a love that went sour, leaving him bruised, bitter and armed with a “forty” he jokingly fires at Cupid. Instead of nursing his wounds, he doubles down on partying, loud beats and a carousel of new flings. He bluntly claims that if he used to be reckless, now he is even worse—all because of the heartbreak that shattered his trust.
Behind the swagger and explicit boasts, the song captures a common human reflex: when love hurts, some people put on armor made of pride, money and fleeting thrills. Bad Bunny parades his “I don’t care” lifestyle—premium weed, strip-club bills, and a long list of admirers—to hide the pain of betrayal and to prove he does not need his ex. Yet every boast carries a hint of irony, reminding listeners that acting “worse” is often just another way of saying “I’m still hurting.” In short, “Soy Peor” is an anthem for anyone who has ever masked heartbreak with wild nights and loud bravado, all while secretly knowing that love left a deeper mark than they would like to admit.