This is a song about "Cargo"

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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