This is a song about "Demand"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I demand to be acknowledged,

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Trying hard to speak and

Looking like the demand

I just don't understand, even as we demand

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last