This is a song about "Compare"

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

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

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

God mc oh my god you gotta see

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/