This is a song about "Seal clubbing"

Purp and patron can seal the deal

If you're not really here

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Like seal, i'll get a little crazy when i feel the blade

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

I mean devil not seal, that explains our fight here

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

We should get married seal the deal, holy matrimony

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I call it a seal dick because it's as big as a seals,