This is a song about "Compare"

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

There isn't many things i can show to compare

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

No one can compare to what you mean to me

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

When you see the instant replay

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

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

Something wicked this way come

Try compare weed to heroine