This is a song about "Email"

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

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

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