This is a song about "Compare"

No one can compare to what you mean to me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Nobody can compare to this

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

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Compare me too that bastard pot head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Try compare weed to heroine

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

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