This is a song about "Pathfinder lands on mars"

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Take my crown and look around at the lands uncharted found

Best finishing blow lands/

I'm popping rubber bands

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars