This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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