This is a song about "Lawyer email jokes"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Trips in the cake holes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes