This is a song about "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

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

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

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

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