This is a song about "Fuel"

My talent should take me places i've never been

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing