This is a song about "Local"

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

For local and national attention,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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