This is a song about "Compare"

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

There isn't many things i can show to compare

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

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Using similes to compare my metaphors

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there