This is a song about "Pathfinder lands on mars"

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Take my crown and look around at the lands uncharted found

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Tryna gain our lands but damn, captured with the smoke screen

Heard the sound of several gun shots

From stars maybe even mars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

The you should look up in the stars

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Aight, keep going, on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon