This is a song about "Email"

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

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

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone