This is a song about "Bittersweet symphony"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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