This is a song about "Local"

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

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//

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

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

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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