This is a song about "Shredded wheat"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Or confession shredded skin thats what

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

If i hold onto the shredded threads, it will mold into non-captured nets, girl

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

People love hodgy i hate you though

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love