This is a song about "Local"

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//

For local and national attention,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

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//

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule