This is a song about "Mars cars"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I feel like i got fifty cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

From stars maybe even mars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

Livin the fast life, in fast cars