This is a song about "Compare"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

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

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Try compare weed to heroine

Yeah bitch this date's done

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see