This is a song about "Email"

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

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

And why the hell am i locked in jail

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