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.

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

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