This is a song about "Fuel"

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass