This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

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

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

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see