This is a song about "Fuel"

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters