This is a song about "Demand"

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I demand to be acknowledged,

You was bigger than an artist

But you never come when you period is five days

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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.

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

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

I just don't understand, even as we demand