This is a song about "El cartel"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I got el gran santro watching me

The cartel, the medellin, the metal's on your medal then...

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Like a fashion cartel,