This is a song about "Email"

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

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

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

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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song