This is a song about "Fuel"

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash