This is a song about "Compare"

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

There isn't many things i can show to compare

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

If i can leave this place, and just get away

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups