This is a song about "Shane mustard"

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

He eats rows of em with mustard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My middle names shane, no shame

Down in dallas at the all-star game

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Middle name shane, born all the same

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

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

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks