This is a song about "Last resort"

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

It's sure to be the last

The faker they shakin' my hand

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

I'll get to em when i land

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack