This is a song about "Shredded wheat"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

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

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

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Or confession shredded skin thats what

I thought it'd get better but