This is a song about "Local"

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

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//