This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free