This is a song about "Shane mustard"

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Middle name shane, born all the same

So much to say a scrabble game

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My middle names shane, no shame

It's been nothing but pain

Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

He eats rows of em with mustard

30 chains on, bet the light work

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt