This is a song about "Expression daily"

Human expression is a human right

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Suicides as my daily regimen

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

People seem to judge me on the daily

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Upon rappers that don't show expression

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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