This is a song about "Cargo"

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

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for