This is a song about "Shane mustard"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

My middle names shane, no shame

Then lost my faith again

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

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

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

He eats rows of em with mustard

30 chains on, bet the light work

You're not usin' your brain

Middle name shane, born all the same

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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