This is a song about "Local"

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

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

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

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

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

For local and national attention,

This dark content for those of dark complexion

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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