This is a song about "Mars cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

A chart scores as high stars and mars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

Run away from the cars...

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written