This is a song about "Express"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

My tongue is my lover so i'll fucking express

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

And can make it into a form which only he can express

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

I have emotions that i want to express,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip