This is a song about "Local"

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

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

For local and national attention,

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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