This is a song about "El salvador"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

I got el gran santro watching me

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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