This is a song about "Seal"

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

We should get married seal the deal, holy matrimony

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

And i whipped out my seal dick,

Same thing with this music

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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