This is a song about "Kyle wheatley"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

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

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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