This is a song about "Talkshow host"

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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