This is a song about "Local"

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

For local and national attention,

You're uncool like my mother kin