This is a song about "Crutch"

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

Never agree with that message

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

They vaguely decipher my language

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.