This is a song about "Comparison"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You lack proper means of comparison,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run