This is a song about "Talkshow host"

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

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

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