This is a song about "Mustard"

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

He eats rows of em with mustard

Red bottoms with the spike work

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work