This is a song about "Local"

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

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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 could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

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

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//