This is a song about "Email"

The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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