This is a song about "Email"

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

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

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.

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

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone