This is a song about "Mars"

My outfits come from mars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

From stars maybe even mars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I be murdering bars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars