This is a song about "Fuel"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Just kids with hella fuel

As i light one for ill will

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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