This is a song about "Cs hs"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

A degree in cs to this gentleman you see

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack