This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

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

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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