This is a song about "Demand"

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

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

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I demand to be acknowledged,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Looking like the demand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

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