This is a song about "Fuel"

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors