This is a song about "Fuel"

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/

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Will only fuel my infatuate rage