This is a song about "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

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

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

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show