This is a song about "Local"

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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