this red neck don't sweat fearless how we programmed we been going hard as fuck and that got us a parole plan cowboy hats that never come off while we fuckin use the Ariat boots when a bitch is good for nothing born and raised by a momma who's the toughest swear our daddy was the devil but she always chose to love us got my cousin's riding with me cause to me we more like brothers we some small town dirty south badass motherfuckers I'm in a jacked up truck tryna fight or tryna fuck get drunk get buzzed if you can hang then show us folks round here ride the roads or they get stuck got the biggest set of tires disappearing In the mud got my bottle of that shine and a couple cans of grizzly got my bitch some box wine cause with whiskey she gone hit me I was raised to walk away and to not put hands on any women but there's a line that can be cross then momma said handle ya business don't let my southern hospitality misread for fuckin weakness cause when shit gets real reality is hard on stupid bitches I'm a god fearin man don't get my happiness from riches im a back woods country hood too big for my own britches