This is a song about "Deceased"

Who scheme to leave disease unsheathed to deceive those deceased

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

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

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

The beast is unleashed and is yet to be deceased

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits