This is a song about "Mustard on the beat"

Endless sporadic on the beat,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

The beat floating on top of my mind like a cork on the sea,

Apparently i can't find the beat i used on here so....

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

I just want somebody i can see

I'm nasty. but on the beat, i get jazzy

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Manny pacquiao on the beat

Last of a dying breed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,