This is a song about "Compare"

Mama always told me i’d be famous

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

It's that crack, give you something to sell

There isn't many things i can show to compare

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby