This is a song about "Fuel"

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Bringing fuel for clowning you weak fools cuz i'm a fool-proof master

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies