This is a song about "Local"

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

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

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

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

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

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