This is a song about "Compare"

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I just light up and focus

Nobody can compare to this

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

There isn't many things i can show to compare

If people compare it to water they would say it was raining

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing