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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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