This is a song about "Compare"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

No one can compare to what you mean to me

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

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top