This is a song about "Ignore"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I won't ignore the horror that i know, but,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

The what if's? the why did's? just ignore 'em

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Right now i'm busy, can i ignore you some other time?

No you can't ignore me, and it's only gonna get worse

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Insane to ignore the risk, but its survival of the fittest