This is a song about "Logic and skizzy mars"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

My outfits come from mars

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Figuring how to transcript one's mind with a logic sanity

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet