This is a song about "Email"

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

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