This is a song about "Resort"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

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

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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