This is a song about "Cargo"

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.

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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