This is a song about "Fuel"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

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/