This is a song about "Email"

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.

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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