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"

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life

Very few thats in my bracket as i sit back in my palace and watch your body fill with maggots

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Then put it in my baggage and send it to an egypt palace

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I write about your part in my life life life

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live