Mustard has responded to the idea that, while filming Kendrick Lamar’s music video for his diss track “Not Like Us,” he was further making fun of Drake.
A veiled jab at the 6 God was suggested when the producer was seen during the video production sporting a cap from Drizzy’s hometown baseball team, the Toronto Blue Jays.
But Mustard clarified in an interview with Big Boy, saying, “I wasn’t trolling. I wasn’t trolling at all. I purchased a number of my favorite headwear. I purchased hats for the STL, Angels, and Braves. I put the title of his new album, Faith of a Mustard Seed, on every one of them.
“That was the last hat I had with Faith of a Mustard Seed on it, and I sweated out two of them at Pop Out [Kendrick Lamar’s Inglewood concert].” It was a Toronto Blue Jays hat, by coincidence.
The multi-platinum artist went on to say that the cap was a tribute to his childhood neighborhood of Baldwin Village, South Los Angeles, also referred to as “the Jungles.”
“We all wear that hat; we grew up in the jungles,” he remarked. “Yeah, I wear the neighborhoods and NY hat, which is Nip’s hat. We associate our hats with many different meanings, so I never gave it any consideration beyond, “Oh, I’m trying to troll y’all.”
He said, “If I was on that, I probably woulda wacked the Blue Jay off and put an X between it.” “But I wasn’t on that.”
It was previously disclosed by Mustard that he was unaware that his beat would be utilized for the song “Not Like Us,” which peaked at number one on the Billboard Hot 100.
He said to XXL, “I made that beat on my manager’s birthday [April 6].” “That day, I sent [Kendrick] maybe three [beats.” He took it lightly. It wasn’t until [the song] came out that I heard it.
The boss of 10 Summers also mentioned where he was and how shocked he was to realize the connection when he first heard the song.
He said, “I was on the freeway when I heard it, and I just, like, my manager hit me, like, ‘Mustard on the Beat.'” As in, ‘Text me now.'” “What are you talking about?” is how I feel. “Mustard on the Beat, Mustard on the Beat,” was what I received in a few more texts.
I’m like, ‘What the fuck is everybody?’ since I hang out with these folks all the time before calling my boss. I wonder, “What have I missed?” What is happening? And he says, “Dude, go to YouTube immediately.” It is no longer in. I’m thinking, “What?” “Dot just dropped a song,” he says. You own the beat.
“I’m thinking, ‘Really?'” I go, listen, and I’m thinking, “Whoa!” I began to lose my mind. I played that shit all the way to the fuckin’ plane, got to Vegas, and played it that night because I had a fuckin’ Vegas performance that night. Man, it was fucking wild. That is really absurd.
