This is a song about "Local"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

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

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land