This is a song about "Talkshow host"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her