This is a song about "Demand and supply"

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I demand to be acknowledged,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

So much dough i supply the bakery

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby