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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will