This is a song about "Fuel"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies