This is a song about "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

And why the hell am i locked in jail

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

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

All i read is constant email on retail to resale the streets well