This is a song about "Crutch"

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

Now you speaking my language

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much