I go by the name of Young Chris Breezy
Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane
In other words its really easy
And im callin it graffiti
They yellin calm down Chris
But they do not believe me
Is it cuz Im getting this cash money
I gotta this Spanish chica
All she wanna do is please me
Right above where my knees be
Super freaky, and I call her flavor of love
Cuz shes willin to do anything
Hot as ever and theres something
Told ya that I wasnt playin
Have you ever seen me and rock city's
All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O.
Homie and its sad, to see
That Im killin it and I aint
VA where it all goes down
The home of Cliffs, Missy, Trey Songz and youre boy
I gotta represent, homie for my home town
Let me wave a Virgin Islands Flag,
Cuz if I dont Rock City's gon get mad
Even when Im not on an airplane
Homie I be still getting jet lag
Thats just a little verse man
All the way from the virgin islands