This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

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

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates