This is a song about "El scorcho"

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I got el gran santro watching me