This is a song about "Email"

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

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

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

See, with you, i never see it wrong

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.