This is a song about "El cartel"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I got el gran santro watching me

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Like a fashion cartel,

And i ain't goin' well

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

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