This is a song about "Local"

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

For local and national attention,

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,

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,

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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