This is a song about "Local"

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

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

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,