This is a song about "Cushion"

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

But no worry's her tears will soon dry out, face to cushion, lights out,

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,