This is a song about "Express"

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Our music is how express ourselves, y'all criticize it,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I have emotions that i want to express,

I have emotions that i want to express,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Keen to do it, express thoughts so i'm seen in music,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Express stress expect less

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

To express this verbal nonsense