This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

You are one in the flying herds

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds