This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

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.

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Nobody can compare to this

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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