This is a song about "Ignore"

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And i don't run counters no more

Every time girl called, boy hit ignore

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Now a person people want to ignore

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

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

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see