This is a song about "Ignore"

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

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

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

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

And i ignore, sometimes listen

Ross and folarin, couple women