This is a song about "El gran santo"

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I got el gran santro watching me

I go hard like getting santo into cooperstown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell