This is a song about "Fuel"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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/

My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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