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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

This a different motor man better go to work

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Bet you wish you had been a good boy now

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy