This is a song about "Demand"

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

I demand to be acknowledged,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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