This is a song about "Local"

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Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

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

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

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