This is a song about "Supply amd demand"

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Looking like the demand

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging