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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

And why the hell am i locked in jail

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