This is a song about "Mustard"

He eats rows of em with mustard

Girl, i put in that work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

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