This is a song about "Fuel"

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame