This is a song about "Demand"

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

And stood up again, never been the one to bend to another's demand.

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

I am just an artist

I demand to be acknowledged,

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

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

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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