This is a song about "Host"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

It’s a neighborhood where nervously i host black friends,

But for most i see you as a ghost on while i be the host,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

But can i really call me one when i talk most to a host

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Wrapped around your throat, you about meet death with me as your host

Has played host to a host of the wrong, known all along though.

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow