This is a song about "Demand"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I just don't understand, even as we demand

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Two white cups and i got that drank

Looking like the demand

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that