This is a song about "Ignore"

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

But if you want you can ignore me like a castaway

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

 but i ignore that and get up and live on,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years