This is a song about "Compare"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Nobody can compare to this

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Using similes to compare my metaphors

They calling me often to offer me walls