This is a song about "Express"

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

I have emotions that i want to express,

They at the same spot they making no progress

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Express my vision, to anyone who listen

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

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

Express stress expect less

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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