This is a song about "Talkshow host"

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

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

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends