This is a song about "Bittersweet symphony"

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

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

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art