This is a song about "Friends that dont get dates"

I got friends you dont wanna look at wrong,

Most times when a liquor all gone

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Dont want ya to get hurt

The wrong drink, the right work

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I remember dates, times

Before we see it's hard to live

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake