This is a song about "Express"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Express my vision, to anyone who listen

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I have emotions that i want to express,

I have emotions that i want to express,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I express myself so shameless

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

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