This is a song about "Demand"

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Looking like the demand

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

I just don't understand, even as we demand

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

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

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

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

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly