This is a song about "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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

They giving pounds and that before get the money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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