This is a song about "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.

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

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

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

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

Her legs can't close like the four door hinge bronco

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

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block