This is a song about "Comparison"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

You lack proper means of comparison,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream