This is a song about "Local"

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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,