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,

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

For local and national attention,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

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