This is a song about "El cerrito"

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got el gran santro watching me

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell