This is a song about "Mars nasa"

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

From stars maybe even mars

When bret hart meet brett farve

No car key and i mean that

Bruno mars my favorite planet

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers