This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

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

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

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