This is a song about "Crutch"

My mama smoked so god damn much

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Trying to give them light and a message

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such