This is a song about "Local"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

For local and national attention,

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun