This is a song about "Compare"

Maybe he'll compare himself to something like an earthquake,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Nobody can compare to this

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

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

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Secret society all we ask is trust

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/