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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Bet you wish you had been a good boy now

Will somebody please show me how

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

And in this game you the gators' food

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

He eats rows of em with mustard

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It's outrageus, people not having money for food