This is a song about "Compare"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Compare me too that bastard pot head

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

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

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

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

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?