This is a song about "Hydrogen fuel"

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

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

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin