This is a song about "Local"

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

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

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//

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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

When im home i try to reinforce laws using brutal force, rap without remorse, rap is my source,