This is a song about "Local"

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

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

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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