This is a song about "Demand"

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Looking like the demand

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

You was bigger than an artist

I demand to be acknowledged,

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

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