This is a song about "El cid"

Here is how i write my songs, start with 'cid, coke, and onyx,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Hopin' that my niggas see

I got el gran santro watching me

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

‘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