This is a song about "Local"

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

For local and national attention,

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

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