This is a song about "Ignore"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

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

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

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

It’s kind of hard to ignore the things that you say

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

Riding around with ms. reece and them