This is a song about "Express"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My tongue is my lover so i'll fucking express

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Yes sir, please confess

Express stress expect less

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Express my vision, to anyone who listen

See you was there every year when i needed you

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

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Express stress expect less

They at the same spot they making no progress

I have emotions that i want to express,