This is a song about "Deceased grandfather"

Death deceased never left a badder stink, prepare to rinse with antiseptic stings,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

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

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

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Its no different, from the iron ones, your grandfather fought

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Who scheme to leave disease unsheathed to deceive those deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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