This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

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

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

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine