-Download the song(Chile) He may not sport a trident and a tail, but the middle aged and toupéd gent in this jaunt seems to turn everyone’s good intentions to nastiness everywhere he goes. Bitman creates some very cool layers here-- a bit of samba, a bit of rap, and the video supplies some humorously low-key choreography. The lyric has a familiar ring to it: "The high interest rate of my debts keep me loose,/ On the bed I spin, making up calculations/ Ay mama, ay mama, ay mama/ ...Don’t come looking for me/ I have nothing to pay with." We can all relate to diabolical credit card practices!