This is a song about "Wheat"

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

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

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

All we need is convienient love