This is a song about "Compare"

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I work hard for everything i get

Compare me too that bastard pot head

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Try compare weed to heroine