This is a song about "Demand"

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

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

I demand to be acknowledged,

She leave her hair in the sink

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I can feel your heart beating fast

Looking like the demand

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast