This is a song about "Demand"

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

I demand to be acknowledged,

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Looking like the demand

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

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