This is a song about "Email"

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

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

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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.