This is a song about "Fuel"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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

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

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