This is a song about "Mars"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

My outfits come from mars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

From stars maybe even mars

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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