This is a song about "Flying mustard"

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Singing my life with his words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Makes me feel like im flying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Flying first class on my airplane

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights