This is a song about "Mustard"

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

He eats rows of em with mustard

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

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