This is a song about "Your life compared to mine"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

Until the end if time

I'm just trying to get mine

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Your bars are meaningless when they're compared to mine

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Michael, you know i really hope, your life turns out better than mine.

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke