This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

A real wonder woman

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

All the time with this glock of mines

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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