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,

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,

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

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

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

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