This is a song about "Wheat thins"

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

All we need is convienient love