This is a song about "Email"

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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.