This is a song about "Vein mars nasa curiosity"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

My outfits come from mars

You pull up in parking lots

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Much evil there is in me then they'll see there's no such thing as vein

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

As i paint with my words i take em in vein

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

I'm here rapping with adrenaline going through vein/

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody