This is a song about "Email"

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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