This is a song about "Compare"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

No one can compare to what you mean to me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery