This is a song about "Fuel"

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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

When i pull up in that candy range

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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