This is a song about "We gon to mars"

I've become immune to you no name haters

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

If we want it we gon take it, we won't flaunt it, or mistake it

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

But we still gon' need a doctor cause this motha fucka killed it.

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I ain't make music you gon bang to

And if i do go you better come through

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

I try to tell them i'm one of the stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Moving to mars, i am, cause i already dominated earth/

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

We hope in the shower, best believe that bitch gon scrub me