This is a song about "Demand"

I am just an artist

I demand to be acknowledged,

Looking like the demand

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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