This is a song about "Mars bar slice"

Bitch i slice your biscuit

I got some fire and shit

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

But why does she roam the streets give every man a slice

Drunken bastard from a bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Cause i'm raising the bar

Your music in the car

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Bruno mars my favorite planet

I slice you up into pieces

She can make a pimp fall in love

Bruno mars gay ass trying to play with my dick. listen.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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