This is a song about "Comparison"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

In comparison to you, i'm a millionaire, dude

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

You lack proper means of comparison,