This is a song about "Expression daily"

Here i go again, falling in love

Cause i be rappin on a daily basis

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Wishin i can do this daily

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I spit like i'm slim shady, cause i kill rappers daily

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Human expression is a human right

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

Thinkin bout suicide daily

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy