This is a song about "Email"

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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