This is a song about "At the alter"

Ain't no women at the shows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

You reflect in this heart of mine

Almost at the finish line

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Every night i stroke hoes

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

Stop and look at the charts,

Please correct me, stretch marks