This is a song about "At the alter"

And i'm already at the top.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Free from your alter ego

I'll teach you how to take it slow

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Though music keeps to alter nose,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Would it alter the course of my history?/

At least for the time bein’

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Because you gotta finish a paper