This is a song about "G fuel"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

And all women who had light features, see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

It was just another party

Trying to be a cool g