This is a song about "Mustard on the beat"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

And when you spit on the beat,

The revolution will proceed

When i spit on the beat,

Last of a dying breed

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Endless sporadic on the beat,