This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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.

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