This is a song about "Crutch"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch