This is a song about "Demand"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

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

Looking like the demand

They got me trapped

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

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

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

I just don't understand, even as we demand

I demand to be acknowledged,

I am just an artist