This is a song about "Local"

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

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

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

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

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,