This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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