This is a song about "Local"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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.

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