This is a song about "Local"

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

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

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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