This is a song about "Ignore"

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And i ignore, sometimes listen

And modify your opinion

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Now a person people want to ignore

Ignore me, knowing i can't get enough

Now momma told me be careful who you love

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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