This is a song about "Compare"

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

There isn't many things i can show to compare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

No one can compare to what you mean to me

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

Try compare weed to heroine

See, i'm second to no one

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Compare to my dick to your tablet even when it's flaccid

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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