This is a song about "Compare"

But i know freedom will ring so listen its hard to compare

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Words don't compare to the feelings we feel inside.

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Try compare weed to heroine

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Compare me too that bastard pot head

So if i do call it's just a check

Compare to my dick to your tablet even when it's flaccid

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot