This is a song about "Local"

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

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

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

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

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

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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//

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen