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

Bored of the shooters

Across the face of the earth

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

The you should look up in the stars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Spittin mercury to purposely murder thee verbally

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops