This is a song about "Cargo"

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor