This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

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

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

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe