This is a song about "Compare"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Compare to my dick to your tablet even when it's flaccid

Using similes to compare my metaphors

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell