This is a song about "Compare"

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Compare me too that bastard pot head

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

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

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

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

No one can compare to what you mean to me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three