This is a song about "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

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

We pray while we prey on competition

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range