This is a song about "Fuel"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

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

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

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