This is a song about "Demand"

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

I just don't understand, even as we demand

I demand to be acknowledged,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Looking like the demand

I start to think it's all planned

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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 gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

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

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