This is a song about "Seal coating"

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Purp and patron can seal the deal

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Sugar coating my rueger,

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

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

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

I cant have that type of coating

And getting money is the song i sing

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state