This is a song about "P90"

In cell number 145 try to make freinds with a guy called bryan

With yo bad as lyrics i called the cops can you hear the siren

Cmon you broke,still at home and your momma wrote your whole poem/

Process more public traffic then logic atomic modem

You know you feel us, scar gang, don't even try to fuckin fight.

To nie jest number one bo stale on tam stawia ekipe