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/

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

I'm everything that they call nice

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money