This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

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.

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