This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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