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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

My shirt, purple label my shirt

He eats rows of em with mustard

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Now all im tryna do is get food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit