This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Try compare weed to heroine

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

No one can compare to what you mean to me