This is a song about "Fuel"

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

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

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

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.