This is a song about "Flying mustard"

This a different motor man better go to work

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

Actions speak louder than words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I do the right thing

Makes me feel like im flying

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Damn is your mattress dry

But i am flying high

And this will be the song that we sing

Flying around, wings flapping/