You don't need that weed
Need to get up out that muthafucka, take a break
The Siccmade House
Been around these siccmade n***as for many moons now
N***a always tell when you in the Siccmade House
The air is of a brisk nature, it's fast and cold
Yet you can't see shit
It's like a dark film or black pollution right in front of your nose
And the smell—ha ha ha ha ha ha...
The smell is that of pussy, malt liquor, and weed
Yes, my friend, can always tell when you at the Siccmade House