This is a song about "Demand"

I demand to be acknowledged,

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I just don't understand, even as we demand

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space