This is a song about "Demand"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I just don't understand, even as we demand

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building