This is a song about "Local"

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

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

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

For local and national attention,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,