This is a song about "Last resort"

First name dizzy last name b

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i ain't frontin for her

That the pain won't last forever

Shoot first ask questions last

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

I start to think it's all planned

I refuse to ever come in 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