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,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

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

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

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

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