This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

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

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

Ambition is definitely on the way

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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