This is a song about "Jupiter and mars"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

My outfits come from mars

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

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

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And stop playing hide and seek,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

From stars maybe even mars