This is a song about "Demand"

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

And things seem to conflict

I demand to be acknowledged,

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

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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