This is a song about "Uruguay"

Like they're just some worms, like they want to hear people squirm,

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Let's go make a fuckin' club hits for some monetary gain,

I wanna spit some real shit, now that is simple and plain/

Much like sobriety brings anxiety to alcoholics day after day.

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?