This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

I'm standing on the field full of land mines