This is a song about "Ignore"

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

He ignore the judgmental

As i light one for ill will

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Even if i did you'd prolly get bored and ignore me.

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Every time girl called, boy hit ignore