This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

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/

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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