This is a song about "Last resort"

And niggas flashing crazy

First name dizzy last name b

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

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

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

I refuse to ever come in last

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

The memories were to shitty to even last,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act