This is a song about "Demand"

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I demand to be acknowledged,

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

They got me trapped

Looking like the demand

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

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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