and couldn’t understand what they seemed to be discussing (it didn’t sound like English), so I googled the lyrics to try and understand.

Mr. Drake:

I’m the f*ckin man, you don’t get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, F*ckin’ women ain’t much to do
Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t sh*t changed
How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uhh
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself

Okay, maybe Mr. Wayne can add something constructive, or at least coherent:

That’s my MO add a B to that sh*t
I’m f*cked up, torn down
I’m twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
N*gga money talks and Mr Ed!
I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny

Okay, maybe the chorus has something to offer:

Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto n*gga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, n*gga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
Can’t see ‘em ’cause the money in the way
Real n*gga what’s up what’s up what’s up

Seriously, what is wrong with people?