This is a song about "Compare"

Look it something they can't ever see

No one can compare to what you mean to me

The lovely teedra moses

Nobody can compare to this

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

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

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night