This is a song about "Dj mustard"

Yeah you know i got that work

He eats rows of em with mustard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

This dj ain't got the heart nor spleen to reach levels this extreme,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Fuck the d.a is my m.o, i aint dj unk but im walking em out

Stop barking dog, i scratch like a cat. more than a dj okay?

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Instead of listening to a dj do it

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

Shopping i’ll be in paris

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father