This is a song about "Email"

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

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

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

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