This is a song about "Mars cars"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Bruno mars my favorite planet

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars