The tune begins with Luda leaving a very familiar voicemail message, and then details the problems that can result when you're a bit careless with your chick-juggling. Here's a "clean" version:
... though I'd still recommend you don't play this one if you're at work and your workplace takes a dim view of, you know, dudes working over shorties and whatnot.
After this, I don't see Luda getting invited to too many charity golf tournaments. On the plus side, "My girl went through my cell phone" is going to be the club call of 2010, I can feel it.