This is a song about "My boy mars"

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

I plead with em, the system ain't right

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Pushing my screaming boy into it

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Bruno mars my favorite planet

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow