This is a song about "Demand and supply"

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

This is something different

And remember what i said and

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

I demand to be acknowledged,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Looking like the demand

I can feel your heart beating fast