This is a song about "El salvador"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Salvador no dali but i'm killing time, dead clocks

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

‘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

I got el gran santro watching me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably