This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

For local and national attention,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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//

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