This is a song about "Shane mustard"

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Middle name shane, born all the same

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My middle names shane, no shame

Love turns into pain

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He eats rows of em with mustard

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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