This is a song about "El cajon"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

‘cause when it come to winning, you don't have the el aguante inside of you

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/

But five years from now i bet she see

I got el gran santro watching me