This is a song about "Cushion"

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no 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,