This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

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

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,

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

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts