This is a song about "Ignore"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Now a person people want to ignore

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

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 mental, it's instrumental

He ignore the judgmental

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

But if you want you can ignore me like a castaway

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way