This is a song about "Compare"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Try compare weed to heroine

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

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

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

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Using similes to compare my metaphors

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?