This is a song about "Seal"

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

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

Between the seal and its a done deal

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Purp and patron can seal the deal

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

We should get married seal the deal, holy matrimony

And i whipped out my seal dick,

To impress a chick

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

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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