This is a song about "Local"

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

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

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

For local and national attention,

What up girl, tell me how you been

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea