This is a song about "Ouch"

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Ouch, hurt a little, probably cause yo words are simple

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

He'll scream till he dies, "don't beat #me, #ouch!!" (meow)

Stay brokeit's all in together now