This is a song about "Resort"

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

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

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

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

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

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back