This is a song about "Chilli hotdog good mustard food boy"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Be rapping out hooks still you ain't chilli fearing

So get up, its time to start nation building

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

Will somebody please show me how

Bet you wish you had been a good boy now

Now all im tryna do is get food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix