This is a song about "Demand"

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I just don't understand, even as we demand

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

And i'm just being honest

I demand to be acknowledged,

Looking like the demand

I can feel your heart beating fast