This is a song about "Compare"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Nobody can compare to this

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot