In west Fegomenko born and raised
In the Veld belts where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, mining, relaxing all cool
And shooting some rats with drones as my tool.

When a couple of guys that were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got podded just once and my corp got scared
And said you’re moving with your alliance and us to Boillair.

I pulled up to the station about seven or eight
And I said to the hauler “you’re slow, sell you later!”
Looked at the system I was finally there
To sit in a belt as the prince of Boillair