This is a song about "Pathfinder lands on mars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

My outfits come from mars

The you should look up in the stars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Aight, keep going, on and on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

It lands in her jaw, now she's passed out thick

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb