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.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

And things seem to conflict

I demand to be acknowledged,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Looking like the demand

I start to think it's all planned