This is a song about "Local"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

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//

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,

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,