This is a song about "Excess demand"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

She leave her hair in the sink

I demand to be acknowledged,

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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