This is a song about "Flying mustard"

I do the right thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Aren't you somethin', an original

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

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

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

I couldnt give a flying fuck

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

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

He eats rows of em with mustard

Yeah you know i got that work