This is a song about "Only one night bae has me hostage"

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Your the only one thinks this is funny and trying to sell me out

Only been to one mixer but they call me a trickster

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Thinking every night of one day going in

And just looked at the whole situation

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

You're only telling me i'm number one and that you suck

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Well sorry but i'm feelin like ye and my dreams have taken me hostage/

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

That's the window into the sky

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.