This is a song about "Mercury venus earth mars jupiter saturn uranus neptun"

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Out-ta this world, i go bigger, jupiter/

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

You're no rap genius, so go home to your planet venus

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Your soul wondering the earth

Strumming my pain with his fingers