This is a song about "Stuntin on bitches"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

But now i'm chasing cash/stuntin' on what you wish you had

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Just take control if you can

Bitches on knees sucking dee's

Cause there'll never be peace

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone