This is a song about "Crutch"

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

Never agree with that message

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image