This is a song about "Austin gets no bitches"

I've got no doubt! (how?) gwen stefani gets on me,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

With some lesbians that don't know english

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Dont got time for no bitches,

Aslong as theres no witness and he gets to fuck her senseless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Bitches are only problems, no answer to these equations.