This is a song about "Aggregate demand"

Looking like the demand

That we can't forget the past

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I demand to be acknowledged,

I am just an artist

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,