This is a song about "They calling on me"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

And there's little to be glad for

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

They cant wait for the day they see me on the news

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

They have a habit of calling people faggots, they move like bandits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/