This is a song about "Crutch"

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Trying to give them light and a message

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage