This is a song about "Resort"

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

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