This is a song about "Jacob wheat"

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

No. wheat. bread. please give me that white dough

Bad bitches never loved them though

Wheat was made into bread, barley was made into beer, flax was made

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone