CJNG plunges us into the firsthand memories of a seasoned outlaw who has climbed the ranks of Mexico’s notorious Jalisco Nueva Generación Cartel. Over brisk corridos tumbados guitars, the narrator recalls humble — yet already dangerous — beginnings: stealing cars, smuggling large loads of marijuana through the Tucson border, and paying homage to fallen friends who paved the way. His story is not just nostalgia; it is a declaration of present-day power. He salutes Don Mencho (the cartel’s feared leader), name-drops loyal sidekicks like Junior, Chucky, and Beto, and boasts of rolling in a brand-new Mercedes while “machaqueando el mandado” — crushing the product to keep quality high.
In just a few verses, Fuerza Regida, Juanpa Salazar, and Calle 24 paint the portrait of a man hardened by the underworld yet fiercely loyal to his crew and territory: “Soy de Jalisco… Cartel CJNG para que se pongan listos.” The song mixes pride, grief, and bravado, reminding listeners that in this line of work courage is currency, reputation is armor, and every mile driven across the border writes another chapter in an unflinching corrido of survival.