This is a song about "Fuel engineer"

Right flows down and they might go nice

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I am the engineer of excellence

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

When you give me some fuel its what you'll be killed with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

You see i promised that i'd never change