This is a song about "Fuel"

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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/

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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