This is a song about "Local"

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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//

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

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//

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,