This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And when it's said and done

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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