This is a song about "Chris breeze"

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

We can make more, make babies

And blow tree's like an ocean breeze

You can't even make a breeze

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I pray you send an angel down

No key for release

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

And oh, i gotta find my way

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks