This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

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

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

Riding around without a fuck given

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

I walk around understanding the politics

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop