Released: 2022
In “Doja,” Central Cee flexes his wit and sharp delivery while tackling themes like homophobia, loyalty, and the relentless grind of street life. This track skillfully captures the dualities and ambitions within his life, merging street talk with clever, unexpected punchlines.
The opening lines set the tone with, “How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay”. Central Cee dismantles accusations of homophobia by pointing out his own relationship with a bisexual woman. He continues with “Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay”, using ironic wordplay to twist street violence with unexpected imagery.
When he says, “Huggin’ my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don’t swing that way”, he’s emphasizing loyalty and brotherhood without romantic connotations. “The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin’ on Christmas day” illustrates the nonstop hustle in his community, touching on religious diversity and the relentless grind that doesn’t take holidays.
The mention of Doja Cat in “Somebody tell Doja Cat that I’m tryna indulge in that” ties in pop culture, while “In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that” shifts effortlessly into braggadocio. He highlights how calculated he is with “Post the location after we’re gone, can’t slip and let them know where we’re at”, a clear nod to safety and awareness in his environment.
Cee gets introspective with “I don’t know about you, but I value my life”, contemplating the future and the risks he’s taken. His ambitions are clear in “‘Cause imagine I die, and I ain’t made a hundred Ms yet”, illustrating that financial goals remain unmet. He acknowledges personal decisions with “I don’t party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it”, showing a willingness to break routine for significant opportunities.
The line “UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk ’bout the genre” is a bold statement of his influence and standing in the UK rap scene. Repeating the hook, Central Cee drives home the complex intersections of homophobia, street loyalty, and unceasing hustle: “How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay… The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin’ on Christmas day.”
