This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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