This is a song about "Local"

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

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

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

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

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

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

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,