This is a song about "Facebook glazebrook"

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

"this song makes me feel good inside" - evlin facebook page

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

Well she left him never spoke, not even a reply to his facebook poke,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But you guy's are like facebook messages i have to wait for your reply,

Fuck facebook and instragram ur life u should be worth a million grands

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb