This is a song about "Cs gp"

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

A degree in cs to this gentleman you see

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money