This is a song about "Fuel"

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/

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

I'm on the block as usual

Just kids with hella fuel

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass