This is a song about "Kyle wheatley"

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.