This is a song about "Cargo"

The cargo youc arried at this point was going to stop your

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

My great brain, the freight train, loaded up with cargo

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Who holler back to days untold with cargo-holds of golden lighters.

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop