This is a song about "Ouch"

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

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

See i let my nigga split that

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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

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

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club