This is a song about "Compare"

Compare me too that bastard pot head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

See i'm breathing for a purpose

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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