This is a song about "Last resort"

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

It's sure to be the last

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

I'm crying because i know i can't last,

One last thing before y'all leave.

Just know that i'm always

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet