This is a song about "Expressing ourselves"

Expressing my pent up emotions inside in a poetic way is like a razor blade

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Why not shoot ourselves before anyone has a chance to blink?

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Our music is how express ourselves, y'all criticize it,

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

They say we did this to ourselves so why even fuss

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

He can't speak through his mouth, he uses rap as expressing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing