This is a song about "Local"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

For local and national attention,

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//