This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

There isn't many things i can show to compare

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

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

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

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

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Compare me too that bastard pot head

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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