This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

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

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this