This is a song about "Mars cars"

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props