This is a song about "Compare"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Compare me too that bastard pot head

So if i do call it's just a check

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great