This is a song about "Fuel"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live