This is a song about "Fuel"

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

You were the fuel and the fire burns, they dont mess with me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will