This is a song about "Compare"

There isn't many things i can show to compare

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

I want to feel her in every way

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Using similes to compare my metaphors

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot