This is a song about "Guests"

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Fuck themselves, supress a sniper for my guests.

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And now help my guests find their seats before i shoot you with canons

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across