This is a song about "Compare"

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

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different