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

Lady at the frank stand will

Just kids with hella fuel

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You were the fuel and the fire burns, they dont mess with me

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

You ever paid attention in there? me either

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