This is a song about "Ignore"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores

Ignore me, knowing i can't get enough

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Now a person people want to ignore

Cause laylow's here and i'm telling you to just ignore

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

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

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Ignore the pit, keep your mind above it

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that