This is a song about "Fuel"

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

That k o d a lil bit of change

Will only fuel my infatuate rage