This is a song about "Vaginas email"

The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

That’s what i call a fairy tale

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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