This is a song about "Compare"

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Nobody can compare to this

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

If people compare it to water they would say it was raining

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

There isn't many things i can show to compare

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Nobody ain't own us yet

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there