This is a song about "Compare"

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Try compare weed to heroine