This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

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

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

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Riding around with niggas that i grew up with since mcnair

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

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