This is a song about "Compare"

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

You got a baby boy or girl in there

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Nobody can compare to this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches