This is a song about "Local"

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//

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

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