This is a song about "Compare"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

Niggas talk with limited service

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery