This is a song about "Fuel"

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Will only fuel my infatuate rage