"Dime algo, solo dime algo" (tell me something, just tell me something) is the whole plea of this song, repeated until it sounds desperate. Recycled J asks his "mami" (here, his girl, not his mother) for one word, "por si muero y mañana te fallo" (in case I die and let you down tomorrow). He feels the weight he carries, "pesa tanto el peso que yo cargo" (the weight I carry is so heavy), and the images get dark fast: all the leaves have fallen off his tree, his two surnames are carved on marble plaques like a gravestone, and the portraits on the wall follow him with their eyes.
Money is everywhere and fixes nothing. He is alone "aunque es de oro el candelabro" (even though the candelabra is gold), with "seis ceros en el banco" (six zeros in the bank). He buys a garlic necklace "pa'l mal de ojo" (against the evil eye), drinks twelve-year-old Macallan whisky and smokes soft-pack Lucky Strikes. Watch for "pregúntale al asfalto" (ask the asphalt), his way of saying the street knows where his money went. By the end he is "cansao' de ser santo" (tired of being a saint, with cansado clipped the way people say it in Spain). It is a gloomy, heavy song, and a good one for hearing how Spanish rap squeezes rhymes out of everyday words.