This is a song about "Mars bars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

My outfits come from mars

So she kisses the stars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Sb nike's, with the grey box

This is just a few bars