This is a song about "Deceased grandfathef"

Shit would have frail dudes deceased

Once the message released

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

I want to commit suicide, i wish to be certified as deceased,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

You think you killed it but my ass isn't deceased

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Piles of deceased emcees if one word of disrespect is released to me

Who scheme to leave disease unsheathed to deceive those deceased

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field