This is a song about "Ignore"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You ain't gotta worry no more

Now a person people want to ignore

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

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