This is a song about "Fuel"

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

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

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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