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

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Now all im tryna do is get food

He eats rows of em with mustard

Making a movie, spike work

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And in this game you the gators' food