This is a song about "Local and vocal"

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand