This is a song about "Shredded wheat"

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Or confession shredded skin thats what

I love you though i'll still fuck

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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