This is a song about "Express"

I express these messages but a lot of ‘em might aspire,

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Rather than here to express your fear or impress your peers

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Why do we rhyme well to express and that you can't do

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

To express my love but i still got hope for someday

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I can’t even express myself, incredible hulk’s rage/