This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy