This is a song about "Bruno mars"

My outfits come from mars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

From stars maybe even mars