This is a song about "Demand"

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I just don't understand, even as we demand

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

I demand to be acknowledged,

Weight on my chest like i body build

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Looking like the demand

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,