This is a song about "Local parties"

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,