This is a song about "Fuel"

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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/

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse