This is a song about "Compare"

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Too focused, one word, righteous

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Compare me too that bastard pot head

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

There isn't many things i can show to compare

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell