This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Singing my life with his words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

But i am flying high

I mean the game been dry

Money i make em buck

I couldnt give a flying fuck

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered