This is a song about "Excess demand"

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You live life in excess, admit it, you're in it to win it,

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die