This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

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

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

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

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