This is a song about "Crutch"

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

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

They vaguely decipher my language

And if i walk hutch then he dog crutch

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women