This is a song about "Email being true gorilla"

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 being counterfeit

Man fuck this shit

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

It always lasts, forever true.

Life's tryin to lap you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You were the friend that kept me true,

You were the friend that kept me true,

I can't ever change without you