This is a song about "Local"

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

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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.

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

For local and national attention,

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//