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

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

But i know freedom will ring so listen its hard to compare

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Try compare weed to heroine

Play hard to get, females get jealous

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

No one can compare to what you mean to me