This is a song about "Cargo"

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

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

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though