This is a song about "Shane mustard"

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Chasing them checks, nike 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

I wish i’ll never see you again

My middle names shane, no shame

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

It's been nothing but pain

Middle name shane, born all the same

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh