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

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make