This is a song about "Compare"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

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

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Try compare weed to heroine

Words don't compare to the feelings we feel inside.

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,