This is a song about "Demand"

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Looking like the demand

Trying hard to speak and

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I just don't understand, even as we demand

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try