This is a song about "Compare"

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

There isn't many things i can show to compare

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

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

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Compare me too that bastard pot head

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains