This is a song about "Mars nasa"

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

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

My outfits come from mars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props