This is a song about "Resort"

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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