This is a song about "Email"

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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.

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong