This is a song about "Shane mustard"

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Red bottoms with the spike work

He eats rows of em with mustard

My middle names shane, no shame

He don't do the same

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Middle name shane, born all the same

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

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered