This is a song about "Swimming on mars"

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Fishes swimming out there, i wonder who the next is.

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

The life of a rapper, swimming in champagne

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Sb nike's, with the grey box

From stars maybe even mars

Because you outta this world, you must be from mars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Someday, i'll be swimming in a pool of praise/

And i got them gold bottles, first place

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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