This is a song about "Compare"

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

Cause my mother let me do what i want

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Using similes to compare my metaphors

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

No one can compare to what you mean to me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city