This is a song about "Bruno mars"

Moving to mars, i am, cause i already dominated earth/

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

My outfits come from mars

When bret hart meet brett farve

From stars maybe even mars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

Verse 1: bruno mars still gayer than his juke box.

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bruno mars my favorite planet

I be on some other shit

Bruno mars gay ass trying to play with my dick. listen.

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one