This is a song about "Pet dog"

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Only real niggas stay on top

And control this shit yourself dog.

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

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

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

Barking dog rose from the ashes

On the slow jam of love

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Nobody ain't own us yet