This is a song about "Ignore"

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Now a person people want to ignore

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

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