The Perfect Host

I want to be the perfect host Jay Gatsby, Deliver a speech after hitting a joint, voice a little raspy, I’ll feed the guest like luau or pig roast, Then I’ll play a little jazz, As most guess arrive, I knew that I did math, The probability of the maybes, And flaky ness of the goings, Perfect accommodations, A quilt I am sewing, So perfect, This event I’m deserving, But accommodating is feeling like working, Hmmm this is kinda concerning, Why do need this validation, Is to prove I am above equal in this nation, Or is just to prove a good time, Or to lure in a fine dime, Man I am way too in my mind, Now I am not present at my party, I’m thinking to my friends hardly, I am mind, and body is just a vessel, Oh shit two off my boys just started wrestle, That snap me out of it quick, Nobody going to be breaking shit, Now everyone get just get, I’m not having none it, Except for shorty she can stay, I’ll talk to y’all another day