This is a song about "Symphony"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see