This is a song about "Cs go"

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

My nigga for life though

Yo, okay here we go.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

A degree in cs to this gentleman you see

You just gotta let it go

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

That's why they can't mess up my flow

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

For my cs degree, at 2 am or something like that.

I making money everywhere i go

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow