This is a song about "Local and vocal"

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

They rip their vocal chords ends just to make us listen them

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

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

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

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//