This is a song about "Host"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed