This is a song about "Mars"

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My outfits come from mars

You pull up in parking lots

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

From stars maybe even mars