This is a song about "A seal"

Your a show without a channel

Lady at the frank stand will

Between the seal and its a done deal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

You're a disaster a sham,

Cause u know that this my jam

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Your brother's getting older

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Spit a poem or a diss

Get my taste from all of my bitches