This is a song about "Email"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.

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

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

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