This is a song about "Local"

For local and national attention,

You're uncool like my mother kin

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

This terrorist bitch gave me up/ i was to much to handle , cause

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