This is a song about "Bittersweet symphony"

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Cause in her mind, my one voice sounds like a full symphony,

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Who do you pretend to be, my enemy, it's bittersweet,