This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

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

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

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,

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Resort to robbin' to feed my family