This is a song about "Email"

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

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

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

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

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail