This is a song about "Demand"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I demand to be acknowledged,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Fighting with my weak hand

Looking like the demand

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing