This is a song about "Demand"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

I just don't understand, even as we demand

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

I demand to be acknowledged,