This is a song about "Shane mustard"

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

My middle names shane, no shame

Your body's right as rain

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

He eats rows of em with mustard

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Middle name shane, born all the same

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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