This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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