This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

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

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

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's 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