This is a song about "Css"

Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ ace on my sick j’s

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

He knows it's a lie but it's all he ever had

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

A degree in cs to this gentleman you see

My mind holding me captive, and i cannot flee,