This is a song about "Fuel"

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Will only fuel my infatuate rage