This is a song about "Fuel"

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters