This is a song about "Compare"

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

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

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

There isn't many things i can show to compare

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

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

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

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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