This is a song about "Compare"

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

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

There isn't many things i can show to compare

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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