This is a song about "Email"

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone