This is a song about "Whoopy cushion"

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

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,