This is a song about "Fuel"

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

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

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

With foreign names, valet the range

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed