This is a song about "Compare"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My criteria ain't even that serious

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

Try compare weed to heroine

After the club, gettin you open

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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