This is a song about "Fuel"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

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

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range