This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

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

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

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