This is a song about "Fuel"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Will only fuel my infatuate rage