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

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone