This is a song about "Demand and supply"

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

I'll get to em when i land

Looking like the demand

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,