This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

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 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.

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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