This is a song about "Email"

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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

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

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

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