This is a song about "Demand"

Looking like the demand

And bijies like im out and

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

I demand to be acknowledged,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit