This is a song about "Local"

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

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

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

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

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

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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