This is a song about "Crutch"

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Trying to give them light and a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

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

Now you speaking my language

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch