This is a song about "At the alter"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

At least for the time bein’

For thinking you clean

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Often found at expense of softer rounds blasted at the fodder mounds

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I'mma let you hang chick

You'll end up at the clinic,

I make her cum a lot

And i'm already at the top.

Ain't no women at the shows

She's bad and she knows

Im at the top yea im at the summit

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit