This is a song about "Compare"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

But i know freedom will ring so listen its hard to compare

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

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

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