This is a song about "Compare"

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Using similes to compare my metaphors

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

There isn't many things i can show to compare

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things