This is a song about "Ignore"

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

He ignore the judgmental

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Ignore the pit, keep your mind above it

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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