This is a song about "Demand"

If you ever feel alone and

Looking like the demand

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

You know i stick to the script

I demand to be acknowledged,