This is a song about "Cargo shorts"

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

See, it's something about commitment though

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years