This is a song about "Demand"

They got me trapped

Looking like the demand

I just don't understand, even as we demand

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

I demand to be acknowledged,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

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

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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