This is a song about "Talkshow host"

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

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

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

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

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

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever