This is a song about "Resort"

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Look it something they can't ever see

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes