This is a song about "Woodlands resort"

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

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