This is a song about "El gran santo"

‘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

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

I go hard like getting santo into cooperstown

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I got el gran santro watching me