This is a song about "Law of demand"

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided