This is a song about "Email"

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.

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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