This is a song about "El s"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I got el gran santro watching me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

I put the nigga in his casket

If only i could go back into the 80’s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,