This is a song about "Logic and skizzy mars"

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tosin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic monstrous,

63. to ever take a logic beat and disaster it,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

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

Bruno mars my favorite planet

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling