This is a song about "Cargo"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

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

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

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

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