This is a song about "Compare"

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

If people compare it to water they would say it was raining

Try compare weed to heroine

I told him get his 9 and run

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Cause this nigga done got jealous

No wonder you think you might compare cus,

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

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

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Chill with my crew on blacc friday