This is a song about "Local"

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like 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,

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

For local and national attention,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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