This is a song about "Email"

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

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