Poppin'Them Thangs!

When I first went to prison I near had a fcuking fit, all my homies from the hood they wasn't down with it,
It was that long since I seen barely knew their fcuking names,
I was burning to confront them,near went up in fcuking flames,
So I checked in with the Governor and I sized up all the screws,
Just to see who had potential and what merchandise they'd choose,
Cause I'm always organised,to make a raise I never fail,
Parceled up like Postman Pat whenever I end up in jail,
With the currency to get me thru in gear,weed n Crack,
Sitting pretty on the wing arriving plugged up front and back,
So I opened up my surgery, could barely catch a breath,
Dishing out the 💊medication, cons they called me Dr.Death,
So the cash I was stacking as my sentence it went by,
As the drugs I was packing, the while jail was getting high,
I could almost get used to this *Edr above me hangs,What they gonna do without me about Poppin'them thangs?
II:So it's business as usual when they opened up my door,
Every con from East to West are queuing up so they can score,
And whatever their poison always something going down,
A spliff of Kush or Haze kid, or a couple of White & Brown?
Well I'm in it for the long haul,you can rest assured of that,
And while the cons are getting twisted, both my pockets ' getting fat,
And the one thing that I've noticed and there really ain't a doubt,
I've made more dough in here than I did when I was out,
So there's something to be said for consequence committing crime,
Cause the truth is since I've been in here I've had a belter time,
Now I'm chick of the nick,with all the substances I sell,
So if I don't see you out there, then I'll see you down in Hell,
Where I'm sure I'll do the same,they say that it's a game for mugs,
But I have to beg to differ, cause it's dope when you sell drugs
Well the music it's blasting and the Devil's drum it bangs,
While every demon in the place out poppin them thangs!
III:Well my hearing is coming, application for parole,
What, they think I'm gonna go back home and sign on, on the dole?
Well I'm positively sure that I won't have a bar of that,
Since I've been incarcerated pocket's never been so fat,
And that's how I'll be remaining,nothing surer than this fact,
Anyone who tells me otherwise,of sanity they lack,
Cause I'm happy where I am and happy's how I'm gonna stay,
All the drug's that I can smoke,and three fat meals a day,
And my pad's all nice and cosy,got a plasma on the wall,
Paid for with the dough I've made in here,I swear I've got it all,
So I'll see to it my application ends up being denied,
 "Sorry to say Julie -ann, it seems you're staying inside"
So I walks out with a belter smile upon my face that day,
Cause it seems things will continue to keep on going my way,
Just then another punter upon my pad door bangs,
Seems that he be eager to get out poppin them thangs!