This is a song about "Compare"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Compare me too that bastard pot head

There isn't many things i can show to compare

Believing the screens or anything there

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

No one can compare to what you mean to me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Only real niggas stay on top

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