This is a song about "Pet banana"

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that