This is a song about "Demand"

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

She leave her hair in the sink

I demand to be acknowledged,

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit