This is a song about "Email"

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

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

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

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

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