This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

All i read is constant email on retail to resale the streets well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell