This is a song about "Talkshow host"

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

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

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

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