This is a song about "Jupiter and mars"

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Baby all i do is rap

And like to boast and brag

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique

And i'm still hurtin over pops

A chart scores as high stars and mars