This is a song about "In white trash palace i live my life one day at a time siting on my golden thrown girl your sexy ass could be siting in my palace i wonna make you queen"

One day i ran up in columbine in my trenchoat, my glock was sighin',

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

I just tried and tried to make you my queen

Music my life what i turn to in time i am fraught,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Then some lady named billie holiday

I wish i could put my thoughts in your head and make you see

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only