This is a song about "El negro"

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

Cops give a damn about a negro

She probably had a reason though

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

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I got el gran santro watching me