This is a song about "Mustard"

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

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

He eats rows of em with mustard

Gotta work - slight work