This is a song about "Compare"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I heard that statistic i almost cried

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