This is a song about "Fuel"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

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

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

Just kids with hella fuel

I'm on the block as usual

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

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

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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