This is a song about "Last resort"

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

First name dizzy last name b

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Let's enjoy our younger years while they last

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Last chance came last time now we're through,