This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

For local and national attention,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin