This is a song about "Demand"

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

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

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race