This is a song about "Mars nasa"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

My outfits come from mars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Verse 1: bruno mars still gayer than his juke box.

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

So is dr. j and moses malone

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

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

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion