This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Riding around without a fuck given

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops