This is a song about "Host"

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

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

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,