This is a song about "Express"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

To express my love but i still got hope for someday

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

For me to express what i'm feeling in the way that i wanna express it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Now dont deny me saying i have no freedom to express

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

To express this verbal nonsense

I'm on deck i'm up next

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I guess that it's supposed to be, express that in my poetry,