This is a song about "El salvador"

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

‘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

Hopin' that my niggas see