This is a song about "On mars"

Your on fire.. your on fire

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

You just working with the scraps you was given

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

100 percent on everything and on my team

Bruno mars my favorite planet

But you're loving mine i am the shit

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

Your on fire.. your on fire

You is not hip then i can not coach her