This is a song about "Local"

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

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

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

My talent should take me places i've never been

For local and national attention,