This is a song about "Host"

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

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

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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