This is a song about "Kristen stewart"

I am the overseer, an undeveloped mind of your sadistic peer,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

I could be brian and you could be stewart

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

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

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

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends