This is a song about "Demand"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Looking like the demand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

I demand to be acknowledged,

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided