This is a song about "Cargo"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

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

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