This is a song about "Local"

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

For local and national attention,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

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//

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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