This is a song about "Fuel"

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Lady at the frank stand will

Just kids with hella fuel

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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