This is a song about "Expression"

Writing rhymes all day is my form of expression

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

It showed and brought the world the expression of hope

Human expression is a human right

Killa never let the drama slide

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Unable to rest 'til i'm sprayin' these pages, creatin' displays of my favorite expression

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But you're hopeless and that expression is priceless

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love