This is a song about "Demand"

Looking like the demand

The faker they shakin' my hand

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

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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