This is a song about "Host"

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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