This is a song about "Local"

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

For local and national attention,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature