This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

For local and national attention,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

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

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

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