Slamming Pigs and Moving On

[Verse 1]
Out on these backroads, got my truck in gear,  
Moonlight shining, but I ain't got no fear.  
Got a little peen and low self-esteem,  
But I ain't gonna cry when the bitches get mean.  
Rolling with the slam pigs dead in my sight, three shots of whiskey will get the mood right,  
We laugh and we drink, everything feels right.