This is a song about "Aggregate demand"

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I demand to be acknowledged,

And i can write a hook fast

Looking like the demand

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that