This is a song about "Local"

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

What up girl, tell me how you been

For local and national attention,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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//

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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