This is a song about "Crutch"

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

My mama smoked so god damn much

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

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

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much