This is a song about "Local mps"

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

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

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

This terrorist bitch gave me up/ i was to much to handle , cause

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//