This is a song about "Local mps"

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last