This is a song about "Fuel"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

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

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see