This is a song about "Ignore"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

Ignore me, knowing i can't get enough

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

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