This is a song about "Fuel"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne