This is a song about "Aggregate demand"

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

President like "i demand that, and i demand this!"

I just don't understand, even as we demand

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Demand he send me back just so i can shit on your face,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

And stood up again, never been the one to bend to another's demand.

I demand a refund and my raps make you stunned because you crap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I demand respect boy or girl ill force there head right so its twisting

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Looking like the demand

Rats get mouse trapped