This is a song about "Demand"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I demand to be acknowledged,

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Looking like the demand

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided