This is a song about "Ignore"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Insane to ignore the risk, but its survival of the fittest

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

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

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

And there's little to be glad for

Every time girl called, boy hit ignore