This is a song about "Host"

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

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

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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