This is a song about "Compare"

Nobody can compare to this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

There isn't many things i can show to compare

For 9 years in spain had the time share

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery