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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

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

Just kids with hella fuel

I'm on the block as usual

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes