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

Banging out niggas with attitude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

He eats rows of em with mustard

Girl, i put in that work

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ