This is a song about "Ignore"

I pop one, you pop one

And i ignore, sometimes listen

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

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

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

He ignore the judgmental

Lady at the frank stand will

But if you want you can ignore me like a castaway

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve