This is a song about "Demand"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

I demand to be acknowledged,

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing