This is a song about "Ouch"

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Saying they this and that

They can't deal with me, i got a deal now

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