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

For me to express what i'm feeling in the way that i wanna express it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I express myself so shameless

On trial for possession of some chronic

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

Rather than here to express your fear or impress your peers

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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