This is a song about "Express"

To express this verbal nonsense

After lebron, i'm what's next

In the next few bars, i will briefly express my complaint

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money