This is a song about "Compare"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Using similes to compare my metaphors

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

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

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

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

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

Night i need that she comin here right away

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry