This is a song about "Seal clubbing"

And i whipped out my seal dick,

Pepe le pew my music

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I signed it hoping to heal but was a trap to be a seal

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I mean devil not seal, that explains our fight here

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

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

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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