This is a song about "Compare"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

They calling me often to offer me walls

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Compare to my dick to your tablet even when it's flaccid

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree