This is a song about "Symphony"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card