This is a song about "Mustard"

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

He eats rows of em with mustard

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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