This is a song about "Local"

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

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//

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//

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

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

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull