This is a song about "Demand"

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I demand to be acknowledged,

I promise to keep it honest

I just don't understand, even as we demand

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

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

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

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

But you never come when you period is five days

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.

And bijies like im out and

Looking like the demand

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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