The Mustard XV

[Verse 1]
Mustard on the beat, got mustard on my shirt (unh)
Ashes at my feet, smoking something from the Earth (yah)
Coming for the cake and I’m fucking up desert (yerdigg)
And bring me a Serena if a girl is gonna serve
Word, I’m saying you would not believe
How hoes think you hot dog if you got the cheese
And if you got the G’s, they would drop the knees
Bitches give up the buns just for poppy seed (Ah!)
After 2014, won’t see yellow the same
I don’t think I’ll eat Jello the same
And I took a break just to level the game
You need angels on the field when the devil is playing, I'm sayin'
And Awesome been missing from my calling log (brr-brr)
Feel like we been missing those king of dialogues
As I’m in the booth writing this monologue (monologue)
With mustard all over it like Chicago dogs
Poppin’ off, rocket launch, 2015
Astronaut dreams, The Kid with the Green
Dropping bombs, Comic Con, on the big screen
Big dreams, then X leaves on an X-Wing
It’s that year and they telling me to own it (own it)
And I’m a do it without any mustard on it (nothing on it)
They must heard that I don’t ever let up
So if I never catch up, I just relish in the moment boy
I just relish in the moment
I just relish in the moment, relish in the moment