This is a song about "Demand"

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

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

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

You was bigger than an artist

I demand to be acknowledged,

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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.

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes