This is a song about "Mars"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

A chart scores as high stars and mars

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

From stars maybe even mars

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Bruno mars my favorite planet

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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