This is a song about "El s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget