This is a song about "Fuel"

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

Lady at the frank stand will

Just kids with hella fuel

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass