This is a song about "Cargo"

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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