This is a song about "Ignore"

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

But if you want you can ignore me like a castaway

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Now a person people want to ignore

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Ignore me, knowing i can't get enough

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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