This is a song about "Demand"

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Looking like the demand

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided