This is a song about "Host"

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

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

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,