This is a song about "Express"

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm fresh with a mint i got from abs express

My tongue is my lover so i'll fucking express

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Now dont deny me saying i have no freedom to express

Express stress expect less

And i'mma keep ya fresh

To express my love but i still got hope for someday

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Rather than here to express your fear or impress your peers

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

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