There came the alerts
As the folks were quite happy
And keeping an eye on the city
For they are the owners of the capital
And only people from Mr. Archi
Who went to the dunes for a stroll
The engines are buzzing
The Raptors pass, behind them the Gladiators
They are seen circulating through pure back roads
The sports cars are tough
4×4, the supercharged machines
That I saw them carry
The radios in the cup holder
And on the waist, Glock tucked in
Behind him, guarding his steps
Several young ones for his protection
He commands the gangs
In case a confrontation arises
But that’s not necessary
They carry the banner of a big shot
The quarters are chilly
And AP the brand on his watch
Raising the dust
At 180 across the sand
Who was leading? They must wonder
It was rumored among the people
That it was common folk, but I confirm
That it was a general’s nephew
The radios in the cup holder
And on his waist, Glock tucked in
Behind him, guarding his steps
Several young ones for his protection
He commands the gangs
In case a confrontation arises
But that’s not necessary
They carry the banner of a big shot
The quarters are chilly
And AP the brand on his watch