This is a song about "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 discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

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

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

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean