This is a song about "Compare"

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Nobody ain't own us yet

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

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

It's a battlejust for tha big money

No one can compare to what you mean to me

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

I need money in a major way

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?