“SRT” roars like the engine of the muscle-car it’s named after. Xavi joins forces with Fuerza Regida to paint a high-octane picture of a self-made boss who has tasted every flavor of success—from strawberry-flavored rolls of smoke to thousand-dollar nights out. The lyrics flex a life of cash-counting, empire-building intelligence, and bulletproof confidence: “Me vale, ahorita yo soy el rey” (I don’t care, right now I’m the king). Over booming corridos-tumbados production, the artists toast loyal friends, wave off doubters, and cruise the streets “empujandón SRT,” pedal to the metal in a statement of unstoppable momentum.
Beneath the swagger lies a stinging goodbye to a past lover who lost her VIP pass to this fast lane. Luxury gifts, late-night parties, and glittering “polvos de oro” are now off limits, while she’s left inventing stories about self-buying a Mercedes. The message is clear: loyalty matters, fakes get left behind, and the throne belongs to the relentless. Fueled by bravado, sharp wit, and a revving SRT, the track is both a celebration of hard-earned triumph and a cautionary tale about keeping pace with a king who never hits the brakes.