This is a song about "Fuel"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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/

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

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting