This is a song about "Local"

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

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

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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 we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision